I know I shouldn't even be feeling this way, honestly, because they're my own flesh and blood after all, but sometimes I just look at that little face and all I can think about is that trip to the coast I never took, the one with the lighthouse, you know? And someone, not my son, just someone, mentioned something about how I must just LOVE having them every weekend and I just smiled and nodded like always but inside I just thought... LOVE it? I just laugh about it now though, what else can you do? It's just... the situation.